(born ‘9 january 1978’)
(same birthday as the old man…)
(hmmm….)
(100% italian)
(people tell her “she looks like kim kardashian”)
(works hott22 on tuesdays + wednesdays)
first met her sometime in early 2006…i asked her for a lapdance from the stage but first i got a lapdance from a sexy american blonde…she seemed sad to let me go…i ended up getting two lapdances from each of the girls…i felt like a million bucks as i drove back to watchung that night…
gina seemed a proto-crystal (both fake-tittied italian-americans)…if crystal wasn’t careful, this would be how she ended up…
i told gina to check out my myspace music page…i’m sure she never did…
i didn’t go to hott22 for several years (first i ran out of money and then i moved to NYC for two years)…
but the first time i re-entered the club, gina remembered me alright…so i decided to get some dances with her…they always began with a slow close-up straddle…
gina had long black hair, big fake breasts, and pouty red lips…a butterfly tattoo on her belly…she was soft + pudgy around the waist…she also had big ass (though it was somehow paradoxically “tight” + “hard” as if she’d had some sort of ass implant…i found this unattractive)…
gina was very liberal with her lapdances…she’d routinely give me soft french kisses along with occasional yanks of my dick…she’d give me lots of “over-the-pants” head…she’d also tease me with her feet…she had a great set of legs…more soft stroking from the side…licking my ear…copious squealing as i buried my face in her fake tits…we both worked up sweats…and she’d always give a final grabass as i walked out of the lapdance room…
she wore a “luna” necklace (reminder of carla lunardoni?), a sash around her waist, and stiletto heels…she routinely pregamed our dances with sips of champagne…
“come play with me…”
“we’ll have fun…”
“i love your curls…”
“look, now you’re all undressed…”
(as she undid my shirt + belt)
“cute tummy…”
our dance was thrice interrupted because she was summoned to the stage…
before i left, she told me to give her my cell # and she walked me to the door, stroking my body with her fingernails…she made sure i got my winter jacket (and defended me when some middle-aged schlump claimed that the jacket i was wearing was his…)
the next time i came into the club, i spotted her right off the bat…she had two more songs to get through (“is that alright?”)…she looked genuinely upset when i lied and told her i’d be heading out to san francisco for the next few weeks…
gina mentioned that she’d be going to atlantic city that weekend…she and her girlfriends had a “timeshare”…i wondered whether her girlfriends were also strippers (or was she the “token stripper” of the clique?)…like my dope dealer mellow, she remembered my lie about departing for cali despite not seeing her for many weeks…
5 lapdances later…
she mad a soft push for a “VIP session” but i turned her down…
after several passionate farewell hugs + lip kisses, she noted that i “got taller” (she was a very short girl)…i was more concerned about avoiding sandra (just like i used to avoid shane taylor in high school)…
i used to hate seeing her work other customers…
(call me jealous)
strip clubs are ideal venues for studying the science of jealousy (both among strippers and patrons)…
gina touched my leg as she propositioned me for a dance…i noted that she didn’t feel as smooth as sandra…so i eventually blew off gina for the colombian bimbo…gina grumbled to her american ally (a washed-up ex-hair metal groupie named “kiki”)…
i was too ashamed to make eye contact with gina that night…
at this point, gina was beginning to turn me off. her flabbiness and fake tits weren’t doing it for me anymore (nor was her clinical odor and dumb italiana demeanor)…
(giggle: ‘need to cool down + reload…’)
i often fantasized about gina that year…i planned on sitting at the hott22 bar with her and bringing her a few beers…simulating a normal seduction (even though the outcome is all but guaranteed as long as i came armed with several $20 bills)…i wanted to bring some sense of shared humanity to the transaction…
i was also tempted to bring up marijuana (as i sensed she was likely a dope smoker)…
other times, i fantasized about a pure business transaction…i’d have her summoned to the VIP room while i waited in the wings…
once in the VIP room, i’d request a massage. there’d be lots of hand-holding and soft petting, analogous to a “romantic getaway fantasy” (though this lounge wasn’t quite classy enough to be considered a “champagne room”…)
step #1:
remove gina’s thong…
carry out a conversation with gina’s fake breasts…
(as she morphs into a gushy cartoon starburst stripper)
step #2:
progress to passionate kissing / licking / stroking
(lips remain locked)
“if only we were in high school together, we would have had fun…”
“what did you look like then, my dea?”
progress beyond superficial conversation to genuine understanding…
“awww…” (cuddle + kiss)
(in woody allenesque aside to camera:)
“i’m starting to feel like a low-rent middle-aged high-strung houlden caulfield…”
step #3:
(after the make-out session)
pretend to be our favorite animals…
i never ended up having a “VIP session” with her. what else could we possibly do? make out more passionately? more shameless sucking of her fake tits?
whenever i planned to move out of NJ, i fantasized about a final visit to hott22 with tearful goodbyes to all the strippers (though obviously this never came to fruition)…
i last saw her when i got a lapdance from monica…
(may 2010)
(she was on the other side of the table along with sasha)
(‘gina’ is a favorite subject on the ‘strip club forums’…)
(she probably has LOADS of lonely middle-aged white male fans)
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